The Story

Part 1 :
The Set Up

Codie Haddon (CH): When 2021 began, I didn’t know Chelsea Fenn existed. I guess I had heard her name in passing from our mutual friend, matchmaker, and hype-woman Keri Patrick, but, in that context, “Fenn” was a friend of KP’s who I had never met and was probably never going to know.

Chelsea Fenn (CF): Meanwhile, Keri had been telling me about Codie for some time… maybe 18 months or more.

“Do you know this guy?” she would say as she was pulling up a picture of him.
“No,” I would reply.
“That’s crazy to me,” Keri said, “because you two run in the same circles and think the same about life. I really think you two would get along…”

Regardless, Codie and I hadn’t met, though we had come close to crossing paths many times. Truly it’s crazy that we didn’t meet sooner……..crazy unless you believe in the providence of God. Every six months or so, Keri would bring him back up. I gave her permission several times to connect us…. But nothing happened.

CH: So, back in 2021, I’m at dinner with Brandon & Keri (and they’re 9-month old, Caleb) in mid-July, KP puts a question to me.

“Two years ago you said you were looking for three things in a wife” Keri says to me. “Someone who is impressive, independent, and who loves Jesus. Are those things still true?”
“Those sound like three things I would say, Keri. I truthfully don’t remember what I told you then, though!” “Alright…”

Then she disappeared for a bit. Little did I know that she was persistently texting Chelsea.

CF: I get a text from Keri:

CH: Meanwhile, I’m oblivious to all that’s flying through the iMessage interweb servers. I’m enjoying my evening with Brandon & Keri and Caleb. We’re sitting and talking and drinking wine and sharing about God’s work in our lives.

As the night gets late, Keri says to me:

“I have authorization to share someone’s number with you.”

“Am I signing a contract?” I think to myself, “buying a car or agreeing to a mortgage? What’s going on?”

Brandon beats me to the punch: “Who are you talking about Keri?”

“FENN!” She says enthusiastically.

Realization dawns on Brandon and he goes quiet (which, in hindsight was a really good sign…getting out of the way so KP could close the deal).

Keri turns to me and tells me about her friend who she thinks I will like a lot.

“You run in the same circles; you approach life very similarly; when you hang out with us we end up talking about Jesus and rejoicing. I think you should meet her. It doesn’t have to be anything, but at least call her. Low-key. Low-pressure.”

“Bring it on,” I said. And that’s how we began.

CF: Well, that’s not exactly all of it. The next day, Codie texted me:

I responded with excitement and then did what any other girl would have done….screenshot that text and sent it straight to Keri.

We set a date (Sunday, July 18, 2021), a time (7p) and a place (Little Rey).

“We’ll be in touch,” I signed off. I didn’t know yet that we, most certainly, would be in touch.

CH: That was a Thursday. Chels and I texted on Friday. A lot. Saturday was quiet. Then Sunday came.

I arrived at Little Rey a bit earlier than I expected. Call it nervous energy, I guess. As I waited outside, I realized that I had no idea what “Fenn” looked like. I had been off instagram for a while and hadn’t felt the need to look her up. (Brandon & Keri’s recommendations carry *quite* a bit of weight).

I’m sitting out front, waiting for her, not knowing who I’m looking for and it hits me: what if SHE doesn’t know what I look like? What if we have an incredibly awkward introduction situation?! (“Are you Codie?” “Yeah.” “Are you Chelsea?” “Yes.” “Okay….cool.”)

Worse: what if she meets up with someone else on accident, falls in love with him and I miss out! I MUST NOT LET THIS HAPPEN.

The only solution? Send a selfie. This was the exchange:

That photo, though, broke the ice and set the night off on a pretty good trajectory.

CF: I pull up to Little Rey feeling a little nervous. Like Codie said, Keri and Brandon’s recommendation carried a lot of weight so I knew I was about to meet someone pretty incredible. Right as the nervousness was peaking, I get this goofy photo of a stranger on my phone. I chuckled and in that moment the pressure subsided. This is my kinda guy. Low-key. Low-pressure. This is gonna be fun.

And it was.

CH: The first date was truly remarkable. We ate and laughed and talked and shared. Topics zipped from books to bikes, from Jesus to the Bulldawgs, from family and hardship to faithfulness and growth. We sat, enjoying one another, for hours. And through it all, one theme poked through every thread of conversation:

CF: Kindness. God’s kindness. His kindness on display through His work in us over the last season — what we both came to realize had been five years or so. As Codie and I joked and opened up, explored our mutual connections, and munched on tacos, the kindness of Jesus became our refrain. Always present. Always central. Maybe more than anything, that’s what I carried away from that night. As I drove away I was confident I’d just met someone who was going to be in my community of people for a while.

CH: The ways we talked about Jesus and His present work in our lives was something I had experienced only rarely. It was refreshing. Life-giving. Glorious. Joyful.

Interlude :
Learning to DISCO

When Chelsea and I started dating, she shared a discipline she had been cultivating with some friends for the first half of 2021 — reflection: intentional time to pause and record the moments of life, followed by more time to look back and marvel at what God had been accomplishing through them.

This practice was tied up in the imagery of a disco ball — thousands of tiny mirrors serving as tiny windows into reality. Each one reflecting back a moment worth remembering, a moment for rejoicing. DISCO, as we came to call it, has become a habit for us — a liturgy of sorts.

DISCO as a practice requires four things:

First, you experience life. It may feel that special attention needs to be given to what is going on, but that’s a lie. DISCO only requires you wake up today and step into whatever is in front of you. As you show up, be present. Take it all in. Enjoy the moments. Many of them will be mundane and seemingly unremarkable. That’s okay. Life is not primarily a series of shiny and cool experiences. Most of them are beautifully normal.

Second, you must pause. This step is crucial. DISCO requires you to make space in your life. Running from event to event and task to task with no margin will prevent any significant work from being done. In some ways, DISCO requires us to slow down. The beautiful thing, however, is that the pause doesn't have to be extended. 3 minutes while you're waiting at a red light. 8 minutes as you wait for the dryer to fluff the clothes (again!). 35 seconds between tasks. The pause isn't about the length of time, it's about the quality of it. If this is hard for you, don't despair. Start small. This is a habit and a rhythm that takes work.

Third, capture what's in your head and heart. Sometimes this means taking a photo so you can recall where you were, what you were doing, and what it looked like. Other times, capturing means scribbling a short note on your phone or in your journal. It could be a text to a friend or a heartfelt prayer. A song lyric that is expressing something you're having trouble finding words for. A pencil-sketch of an idea for later. A voice memo that you may never share with anyone. It doesn't have to be perfect — in fact, it's better if it's not. The goal here is to start. To capture. Even if it feels dumb. Even if you don't have anything to say. Once you've paused, capture. Good things will come from it.

(If capturing is hard for you, begin by writing down facts. "I had tacos again for lunch. The brisket taco from Taqueria Del Sol slaps so hard every single time. I truly can't believe how much I love it." Write that down. Then add another fact to it. Eventually you'll run up against a feeling or a question that's worth exploring. A new thought you didn't realize you'd had. A feeling you realize you cast aside in the moment. You can dig into those...or you can just leave it there for later. Through this, you'll uncover things that have been living in your heart and mind just below the surface. This is the gold. Congrats! You're learning to DISCO.)

Fourth, live it back.... remember. The first three movements of DISCO are all preparation. They set us up to engage in the true point: reflecting and remembering. DISCO exists to provide us with fuel for rejoicing as we look back and see how God has worked in our lives. To do this well, we have to again pause and recount what God has done. Remembering our lives takes work...sometimes incredibly difficult work. DISCO is not always about the fun and the good. It's often full of sorrow, full of hard. The promise in these moments though is that God is still at work. Remembering that — seeing it played out as we look back and remember — gives us hope and teaches us to believe that our sorrow will only last for the night. And in the morning there is rejoicing.

Part II :
Getting Started

CF: Codie and I spent a lot of time in the early days of dating together with our friends. We were growing in affection and respect for one another and that was only bolstered by the community God had surrounded us with. The fact that we had so many incredible people testifying to the people we were claiming to be built a foundation of trust early.

It was becoming evident to both of us there was something really substantial happening. From the start, honesty was the standard. Both in our 30’s, we weren’t looking to waste time with casual dating. In fact, I told Codie on our 3rd date what it would take for me to consider getting married — clarity from God that His plan for my personal refinement included someone else and clarity we could do more together for the Kingdom than they could apart. Some might call that psycho 🤷🏻‍♀️. I say clarity is kindness.

We were honest from the start about who we were, how we struggle, how we sin, what we’re good at, and what we were scared of. Don’t worry, it wasn’t all heavy, we had a ton of fun! But every moment we spent together was intentional and full of purpose.

One night after spending some time with friends, Codie made the move to set up our next date. He mentioned wanting to go somewhere a little nicer and then dropped the name Marcel. Now if you know Marcel, you know this man was not messing around. I’m quite the purveyor of the Atlanta food scene so when I heard Marcel I was a little excited to say the least.

Codie planned out a progressive evening, walking on the Beltline, drinks at Ladybird, capped off by a late dinner at one of the best steak places in the city. Now remember, this is late July in Atlanta. We talked. We walked. It was beautiful. And we sweated. A LOT.

We made it to Ladybird and grabbed a much needed refreshment before finding a table on the patio. We sat down and Codie, very directly, said to me “Ok, so I’d love to talk about where we are.”

[Sidebar: Codie’s directness and transparency had quickly become something I deeply respected and appreciated in him. I was never left wondering what he was thinking or what his intentions were. So honoring. So kind. Ok back to the story.]

We both shared how much we’d enjoyed getting to know each other, what we’d come to deeply admire in each other in just two weeks, and how we were seeing God at work. There was definitely a desire to take the next step in getting to know Codie but even more than that, there was peace and permission from the Lord to do so. It truly felt like obedience.

I’ve never been one for the semantics associated with dating but if you need to know I guess that’s the moment Codie became my……boyfriend 🤢.

And then we went and ate a damn good steak.

Part III :
Three Packed Months

CH: So we started dating. Marcel kicked it off, but that may have been an “above-our-means-to-lock-it-down” situation. The majority of our time together was much more mundane… though just as remarkable.

Biking to Piedmont Park and playing cards until the sun goes down.

FaceTiming daily as Chels went to the beach for a post-camp mini sabbatical.

Sharing dinner with new-to-each other friends who quickly became “our” people.

Driving around town, listening to music, and talking about us and life and silly things and Jesus. (It became our habit to blow by the turn to our houses because we were singing a song together or in the middle of an important convo. Credit here to T-Swift’s Peace. You really can’t just turn into the driveway and end that masterpiece)

We took a weekend trip to Charlotte with some friends. Spent the day at the Whitewater Center before the UGA/Clemson game climbing and rafting and mountain biking (which almost killed us…).

We spent a few days at Lake Martin wake-surfing and sun-bathing and soaking up the stillness.

We saw Hamilton together (well, I saw Hamilton… I’m still not sure if Chels was watching the show or watching me watch the show most of the time. It’s a common problem.)

We went to weddings in North Georgia and worked an event in Philadelphia; took day trips to watch the Dawgs play and hang with friends in Athens (bless you Cali-N-Titos); played pickleball and Ticket to Ride and lots and lots of Spite & Malice.

We both celebrated birthdays. Each was remarkable. One featured disco balls and a night of dancing at Johnny’s. The other, a back deck dinner hang and a lot of resting to combat the post-event crash.

In short, over the course of three very packed months, Chelsea and I brought our lives together. It seemed so……natural. To both of us. All of this was fun — and more fun with Chels there. But it was also deep — substantive. I came to realize that I was enjoying it all more because Chelsea was with me. But it wasn’t just enjoyment that I was receiving; I was receiving peace…the kind that only comes from the Lord.

It became clear to me (and to my closest friends who would regularly comment on it) that I was a Better Man because of Chelsea Fenn. So much of what God had been working in me for years was working itself out while I was around her. The grace of God, shown in an abundance of kindness towards me, was changing me through this…through her. Chelsea has been one of the greatest kindnesses from my good Father extended to me.

Simply put: in Chelsea I see Jesus. From her I experience Him. Because of her, I am more like Him. I love Jesus more because I love her. I trust Him more because she is trustworthy. Out of the overflow from Chelsea, I know and stand firm in God’s love and in His joy, in His peace and long-suffering and kindness and goodness and faithfulness and gentleness and self-control. I trust His providence. I submit to His authority. I believe in His promises. I am a man of God because of God’s work of grace in her.

Don’t mistake me; I know that it is God Himself who is working all these things in us. He is the source. He is the treasure. He is our joy and our reward. I see Jesus clearly in Chelsea because He is at work in her, changing her into His likeness. So, by making much of her, I am making much of Him. Through her. To Him.

CF: For years I’d be blessed to be around men who were following Jesus with their lives. I saw it in the ways they carried responsibility, exhibited kindness, extended hospitality, gave generously, loved their wives and their families, deconstructed their pride, and fought to be faithful to God. These men were my brothers but they were also the standard. If I was ever going to seriously date someone, he would have to be like that.

Codie is like that. Although things moved quickly in dating, God had been helping me understand who a man of God was for a long time. And, when I met Codie, it didn’t take me long to recognize him as that — a man captivated and utterly captured by God. He is a leader worth following. In 1 Corinthians 11:1 Paul says “Follow my example, as I follow the example of Christ.” That’s a bold statement, but it’s one he could confidently make because he was living in surrender to God. I’ve watched Codie live in surrender to God, and my heart has found relief and rest as I follow Christ in following Codie. Codie has been a conduit of God’s presence to me. I experience Jesus more fully as I live life alongside Codie. Through him. To Him.

And so we both say,

“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow” (Ja 1:17).

To Him be all the praise and glory now and forevermore.

Interlude:
Time to DISCO
Time to Move

DISCO starts with a picture or a paragraph, a calendar appointment or card from a friend. It finds its home in journals and camera reels and notes apps and shoeboxes and sometimes the cup holders of our cars.

But it doesn’t stay there. The point of DISCO is for it to move.

When practiced fully, DISCO moves from these places of storing and keeping to places of remembering and reflecting. It moves out of our memory and onto our lips.

Then from our lips into our hearts.
This is its appointed destination.

DISCO moves US. And it ends in rejoicing.
The kind that overflows with gratitude and produces faith.

“What shall I render to the Lord for all His benefits to me?” the psalmist asks (Ps 116:12).

DISCO is one of the ways we begin to answer this question; and it’s one of the things we render to the Lord in response. It is our way of counting up God’s benefits to us, of remembering His goodness. And it’s a way of returning to Him exactly what He’s asking us for — our praise for His abundant grace, and pleas for more of it.

“I will lift up the cup of salvation,” comes the answer,
“and call on the name of the Lord;
I will pay my vows to the Lord
in the presence of all His people.”
(Ps 116:13-14).

Time to DISCO. Time to move.

Part IV :
Deciding

CH: From the very beginning, Chels and I were clear; we're in this thing to see if we're supposed to get married. Yeah, it's going to be fun, but we aren't just fooling around. We believe that marriage is good -- and that it could be good for the two of us.

Our early conversations identified that we both saw the other as someone we could marry. The basic qualifications were easy to validate: Loves Jesus. Well respected. Life-giving to be around. We knew those things after the first date. We were looking for something else though, something that required time and discernment. We were looking for the answer to a different question. Yes, we could see ourselves marrying each other…. but should we? Is she the kind of person who will help make me more like Jesus? Is he the person to unite my life with? Will we two, together, advance Jesus' Kingdom?

I don't know why I thought answering those questions would take an extended period of time.... maybe it's because I've never done this before. Short story: I was wrong.

Barely four weeks into dating Chelsea I started to see the truth: I was coming to love her, coming to cherish her. I wanted to marry her. That conviction grew over the course of a few weeks. Then, driving home from an afternoon visiting friends, Chels recounted to me the story of her mom passing away. Through the heartbreaking story fraught with the Lord's unbelievable faithfulness and Chelsea's God-given maturity, reality hit me square in the shoulders: this woman is remarkable. I am going to marry her.

Later that night, I DISCO'd about the experience:

After that, I had to text some close friends and clue them in that my world was turning upside down in the best ways!

CF: We didn't know it at the time, but Codie & I were tracking along the exact same path. And of course I was keeping my girl Keri updated on everything…..

I know. I was just as shocked.

I met up with some friends that same week and started to understand why things felt so clear. I DISCO’d after:

CH: The desire to marry Chelsea only grew as we continued to share life, spend time with our friends, and grow in our care for one another. I started rounding up the total weeks we had known each other (I'd often say 6 even if we had just crossed the 4.5 week mark...) because with every passing week it felt like we were being knit together.

It's hard to describe the soul-depth at which this was happening...how God was using both mundane and extraordinary moments to seal in us a call to marriage. The last week of September rock-solid-solidified this to me. Here's my DISCO:

CF: Yup, that week was incredibly special. I was coming to believe that this was it — that God had given us as a gift to one another. It had to be true because of the work He was doing in us both along the way. I DISCO’d after the birthday dinner:

CH: By the start of October, I was ready to move!

CF: The realization for me happened quickly. I had been praying that God would give me peace about marrying Codie. On October 13th, we planned a date to go to the Westside Park. Codie dropped his car off at my house and was going to bike to work. I was going to meet him at the park and we'd put his bike on the car and head home afterwards. He popped inside to drop off his keys and there it was — the peace. Here's what I DISCO'd:

CH: That night at the park, Chels read her DISCO to me. "When you ask me to marry you, I will say yes!" I tried to contain myself and act cool. Inside I was freaking out.

CH: Game on.

Part V :
A Day for Ending & A Day to Start

CF: Friday, December 3rd, 2021 | I got up and drove to Roam that morning for some meetings. I was feeling behind on a few things at so I decided to get there early to knock some stuff out. I was planning to head out as soon as the meetings wrapped up. Codie and his roommates had planned a showing of “My Big Fat Greek Wedding” at the Drew Valley Backyard Theatre, and I was going to help them get ready for it.

CH: Friday, December 3rd, 2021 | The day we were most certainly NOT watching “My Big Fat Greek Wedding.”

For weeks I’d been planning a very different evening — the evening I’d ask Chels to marry me.

Thanks goodness she told me she was trying to get to Roam early to do some work before her meetings. I was also driving to Roam that morning to drop off a bag of goodies for Chelsea to receive later. I sped ahead, banged on the door before they opened, and (thankfully) was able to get out of the parking lot undetected. Mission 1: Accomplished.

CF: I texted Codie throughout the day as my meeting went on. Everything seemed very normal. Movie night was on. I had picked up some stuff for the evening at lunch. Texted a few friends to confirm they were still coming. Very normal.

CH: Yeah. "Normal." I've never misdirected anyone so much in one 12 hour window. I tell her I'm working on a drawing for work. I'm actually getting my hair cut in Marietta. I chat about my lunch. I'm actually loading a truck to take to the proposal site. She asks what drinks she should get for the movie night. I tell her what I would enjoy. (That one wasn't a lie!) She disappears into her meetings and I drive to Westside Park to meet some friends (shoutout Brad, Amanda, and Nick) for set up. I'm texting the "Movie Night Team" (KP, Ging, Chels, Em, Claire, and the Drew Valley Boyz made it happen) to make sure all the preparations for later that night are ready. The whole time I'm counting down to 3:00p — GO TIME.

At 2:15p I get cold sweats. My stomach turns upside down. I review the onsite to make sure I haven't missed anything (yes, for those of you wondering, I made an onsite schedule for my proposal...you shouldn't be surprised).

At 2:40p I go to change clothes. I worry about dropping my phone in the toilet and being unable to initiate the plan. I fret over which shoes I'm going to wear. I call an audible. I set my phone to do not disturb.

Then, at 3:00p on the dot, I send the text to start it all.

CF: My meetings are wrapping around 3pm when I see a text from Codie come across my watch - “Hey Babe - change of plans…..”

A heat wave hits my body. I instinctively know what those change of plans are going to be.

CH: Chels didn't know it yet, but approximately 70% of the people in that room knew this text was coming...including Tyler, the guy leading the meeting.

CF: Tyler sees me react to the message on my watch and very promptly wraps the meeting up.

My friend Payton (also in on the plan) walks me to the front desk. There, a kind man from the Roam team says “Are you Chelsea?” as he hands me a coffee and then explains: “There’s a car waiting for you downstairs.”

Hands shaking, we step onto the escalator and I see a black SUV waiting for me. The driver opens the door and I get in to find a bag with my name on it. Inside there was a letter. I open the letter in the car (after confirming with Codie that’s what I was supposed to do….what? I’ve never gotten engaged before. I don’t know).

That letter is so special. It encourages me to mark the time in the car — to reflect on God’s goodness and promises as I am on my way to Codie.

I find it remarkable that before Codie led me to himself, he was leading me to the feet of Jesus. He curated a moment in the car for me to DISCO — to count up the blessings of the Lord and marvel at what God has done.

CH: It’s time to go! I stand in the parking lot waiting...praying...reading the note I had written to Chels for the 36th time.... You know, trying not to vomit.

CF: During the 20 minutes in the car, I listen through the perfectly timed playlist Codie had curated for the moment (of course). I was so ready to see him.

We pull up to the Westside Park and there he is. It was the most comfortable thing in the world to get out and hug him. The peace of the Lord surrounded us right then and never departed.

We talk as we walk up to our spot. I tell him how excited I am. Of course, we cry. At the top of the hill I see three disco balls hanging over the very place I told him I would say “yes” when he asked. It’s perfect.

CH: I was pretty sure Chels was going to say yes... but a little location-based reminder wasn't going to hurt anything. We sit on the wall like before and look at each other for a long minute, trying to compose ourselves. Then I begin.

CF: Codie asks me if I am ready to get started. Then he shares some beautiful things with me: all his DISCOs from the months we’d been dating.

We laugh and cry and we lift up the cup of salvation to the Lord as we remember His faithfulness in our lives. I use a lot of tissues. He does too.

CH: I talk for a long while (if you haven't picked it up yet, I'm a bit loquacious). After sharing my DISCOs, I pull out the ring box that I’ve been carrying around for the whole week. I carried it to remind myself how significant this moment would be. The ring is a symbol, a token. It carries with it the weight of promise, the hope of security. Not because marriage makes everything better, easier even. No, the ring becomes, like so many other things, a tangible reminder of God's work in our lives; a marker of HIs faithfulness. I carried it for a week to anchor myself there. Then, pulling it out, I offer it to Chelsea along with my assured word: "So, Chelsea Fenn — I love you. I want to be your husband. I am committed to it. And I want you to be my wife. What do you say we get started with it, huh? Will you marry me?"

CF: And FINALLY I get to give the “yes” that had been on my lips for months. My favorite “yes” to date.

After Codie shared, we sit for a long time on that wall. I get a chance to read some things I’d prepared for him.
We look out at Atlanta.
We worship.
We pray together.
We ask God for His help to do this — for Him to do it all through us.
And we marvel at the peace that’s ours.

CH: That moment, like so many others, was holy.
It was clear that God had done all of the work.
We were walking in His goodness.

Chels & I hadn't been in a moment like this before, but it felt so ... natural. We were doing exactly what we had been practicing together for our entire relationship:

Lifting up the cup of salvation.
Calling on the name of the Lord.
Paying our vows to Him.
(Pslam 116)

That day — December 3, 2021 — was, in many ways, a day for ending.

But also, a day to start. A day for maybe the best start yet.

Truly, we are just. getting. started.

Postscript :
Kindness

God has been immeasurably kind to us. Kind beyond all imagining and reckoning. Kind in His countenance and in His mercy. Kind in His leading and guiding and changing. Kind in His keeping and protecting and saving. We have received, in Jesus, kindness on top of kindness. Year after year. This has been our story.

This is The Story.

Jesus — very God of very God — came to us. Was made like us in every way, but without sin. He came and lived with us in order to unite us to Him… to bring us back, to make a way for us to be with Him, forever. He stood in our place. He took on our brokenness. He became sin for us. He suffered the wrath of God that was due to me and to you; and He died at the hand of God for us. This is the greatest kindness we could ever hope to receive. And it’s not the end.

Not even close.

Raised to life by the power of the Living God, Jesus defeated death, broke the power of sin, and is, right now, offering life to us who call on His Name. He is our inheritance. He is our peace. He is our hope for goodness and our guarantee the God will surely bring it about. Jesus has given us His Holy Spirit of Promise to be with us, to lead us home. The place He is preparing for us to be with Him, forever. He is our Treasure. He is our Reward. He is our God.

All of this — all this grace — is given as a gift, in order to demonstrate the riches of God’s grace as He shows us kindness in Jesus. Surely He is rich indeed.

In the midst of both the joys and the hardship (more commonly known collectively as life), the God of the Universe is bursting to bestow the kindness of Jesus to you. And He won’t stop until He has united all things to Himself. He is close to you now — much closer than you can fathom. And He saves all those who call on His Name.

It’s our prayer that our story will serve as a door through which you will experience The Story. That all of this will move through us and point you to Him.

So we say together:

Blessed be God! He is the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.
Surely He has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places.
Ephesians 1:3